fast forward

Have you ever watched a highly suspenseful movie? You are sitting there watching, the action heats up. There is danger at every turn, there are problems lurking from behind all of the shadows.

And it's just too much. You don't want to finish watching it. You don't need to bear witness to all of that drama. You know that it will all be okay in the end, but you just want to see the end.

You just want to press the fast-forward button and watch the happy ending.


But where is the fast-forward button on life?

Lots of little pillars

I went down to the basement of the large building. I marveled as I looked around. Here is the foundations of the magnificent edifice we see from the outside. Here are the inner workings of a beautiful building. Looking around, I see pillars. Lots of pillars. Each one, on its own, would not get very far in terms of supporting a building of this size. And yet, as all of these pillars come together, they hold up a building of enormous size and magnificent beauty.

And that my friends, is our lives. We often look to Hashem, expecting Him to send us some massive sign that He is there, watching us, helping us, and taking care of our every need. And yet, often, as we sit in the darkness we realize that the Big Sign isn't coming. But the signs are there. All day, every day.

Looking around the world, we see little signs here and there that Hashem is there for us. A coupon here, a ride there, little things, little pillars. Yet, when we draw the full strength out of each one we find that, just like the huge building, we can be supported by lots of little pillars.

Can each solitary sign fortify us enough to draw strength for our lives? Probably not. But we just need to look around, to grab onto all of those pillars, to recognize them for the signs that they are, and utilize them. We must realize that Hashem is sending the signs, and recognizing them is the biggest favor a person can ever do for themselves...

Beneath The Mask

Imagine if you'd ever
look behind my mask.
Imagine for a moment
if you would only ask.
Stop now for a moment
to imagine what you'd see.
If you would only take
a real look inside me.

Sadly it's not happiness
that fills up my whole being.
No, it's something darker,
that you would now be seeing.
I have this real big smile
Plastered across my face
But its only to cover the brutal truth
That I can't seem to replace.

I smile even wider as
I look at the world and laugh,
And now it's only me who knows
that my heart's splitting in half.
I talk and laugh along with you,
And never am I fazed
But if you'd peek behind that mask,
You'd really be amazed

That carefully sculpted mask,
of the act played with finesse
Behind it hides an actress-
human, and in distress
I long to lift that smiling mask,
To break free of it's chains
To look back at the stage sets,
And smash their last remains.

I say I want to lose the mask,
to finally break free.
And it's a very simple wish,
that is residing inside me.
I want to stop faking it all,
have nothing to conceal.
I want that happiness to be genuine.
I want my smile to be real.

Please tell me what you think-

I want to know what all of y0u think about this, so please tell me.

What does strength mean to you?

What do you think of when you think of a "strong person"?

What do you mean when you say that a person is "strong"?

Thanks!

(Again, if you want you can email your answer to me, or you can tell me not to publish your comment. Thanks for all your feedback!)

Life is like a rollercoaster

Did you ever think to yourself that your life is like a roller coaster?

I have.

But it suddenly struck me. Life may be a roller coaster, steep inclines, sharp drops. Dizzying heights that crash down into the lowest point imaginable. Sure, life is like a roller coaster.

But- Think about it for a minute. When you go on a roller coaster, do you have to worry about your safety? True, for some people roller coasters are far from enjoyable, but, either way, when you get into that little cart, you know that you don't have to be afraid for your safe return...that the roller coaster runs on a pre-designed track, and that, no matter how much you get thrown around, no matter how high you climb or how low you fall, you will always be being guided toward your safe return....

What next?

There wasn't much food to go around anyway, so the meal wasn't the happiest we've ever had, but this made it sourer than anyone had ever anticipated any shabbos meal becoming.

My sister looked up and gasped. Our gaze followed hers, and the sound around the table as the air was sucked out of each person's lungs was one of deafening silence. Nobody could talk. Nobody wanted to talk.

We are used to seeing new leaks springing up around the house. Last week in my parent's bedroom, this week in the hallway, next week...who knows.

Mostly, we manage to live around them. My sister moved her bed to the other side of her room so she wouldn't get wet. It's second nature for me to bear left as I leave my bedroom, because the right side of the doorway would provide me with an unwanted shower. We barely notice the buckets lining the hallway and sitting in the corner of the living room. We just live our lives around them.

Some leaks are harder to just step around. I couldn't help but notice the irony of it, when I called my father (at home) in a panic to cover the meatballs simmering on the stove. You see, it had started to rain...and I didn't think the rainwater would add such good flavor to the meatballs.

But this newest one... What do you do about a leak that is right over your dining room table? Move the table into the corner of the room? Eat in the kitchen on rainy shabbosim? Maybe we can place a bucket on the table, in between the potato kugel and the chicken?

How much can we stretch our idea of normalcy before normalcy collapses in front of our faces?

Broken Vessel

A ceramic vessel,
Smashed on the floor.
It's graceful pattern,
Is no more.

That's how I feel
About us two.
That's how I feel,
When I think of you.

We once were close,
We now are not.
Our relationship broken,
Just like that pot.

That pot is shattered,
It'll always be.
Sadly to say....
That's true for me.

You act nice,
As if it's whole,
But you can't regain,
Your former role.

I say I'm fine.
Don't really care.
But I can't deny
The feeling's there.

A twinge of sadness
When I see,
The broken vessel,
That is me.

I pick up a piece,
And feel remorse,
That we had to go
Down this course.

Imagine if
It were whole and new?
Imagine if
I could trust you?

wings of my own

the airport is
a busy place
full of people
busy
running
rushing
to a far away
destination

the planes take off
they soar
high
into the sky
moving
upward
and onward
carrying
dozens of people
to a new place
a new life

watching
the scene
makes me sad
for I know
that
here I am
just me
by myself
lonely and stuck
in today
in yesterday
in the steep
downward spiral
of mundane
activities
of mind-numbing
endeavors

its a reality
rooted
in the hopelessness
that surrounds me
it is grounded
in the unrest
that threatens
to engulf
my being

but yet
I hold on tight
to the dream
to the hope
to the knowledge
that one day
I too
will spread my wings
and fly

fly...
to a better tomorrow

U'Teshuvah, U'Teffilah, U'Tzedaka...

On Rosh Hashanah, when the ba'al tefilah began to chant the heart wrenching words of Unesaneh Tokef, a lot of cries could be heard in the shul. Countless faces were buried in tear stained machzorim as the chazan proclaimed: "b'rosh hashanah yikasevu....mi yichye umi
yamus..." And then, the words came, the ones that peirced my soul, and simultaneously gave me hope.

I wonder if an outside observer, who knew nothing about my family would have been able to see a difference. There we were, myself, my mother and all of my sisters, simply standing there in a row, heads buried in our machzorim. Yet, as those words were uttered, "mi ye'ani umi ye'asher," no doubt I wasn't the only one with my shoulders shaking, reaching for a tissue from behind the privacy of my machzor. From the sounds I heard from the sisters on each side of me, I knew it wasn't only me for whom this concept hit home.

Yes, the other things listed in Unesane Tokef are far worse, far more tragic than "mi ye'ani," but after all, chazal say that ani chashuv kemeis, a poor person is like a dead person. It is from personal experience that I tell you that there is a good reason behind that.

Being poor is, as readers of this blog know, not about simply lacking material things. It's about emotions, fear, lack of stability. It's about lack of pride. It's about lack of certainty. Lack of peace of mind. Lack of peace in the house.

I don't have all that much to say about "mi ye'ani" that hasn't already been written here, but one thing both scares me and gives me hope: "mi ye'ani umi ye'asher." Last year, we were on the "mi ye'ani" side of it. But, as we all know, this rosh hashana, there is a new judgement, and now, we all have the same chance of being rich. My neighbor might have millions in the bank, yet this year, we have as much of a chance of "mi ye'asher" as he does.

Are you scared? Do you realize that it could be you next year? Do you want to know what to do? Look a little further in the machzor....


U'Teshuvah, U'Tefilah, U'Tzadakah....ma'avirin es ro'ah hagezeirah. Tzedaka is so important, so vital. Not just for those getting it, who will stay in the light, under a roof, and have food on yom tov, but for you also. This is one of the three things you need to do in order to break any harsh decrees.

In case it sounds like I am making an appeal for my family, I wouldn't do that. I'm asking, for your sake, please take out your credit card and call your local tomchei shabbos. Call your local tzedaka organization, a local yeshivah. Give tzedakah.....we all know, it saves lives!

Rosh Hashana Lessons

I left work sad and upset.

With everything else going on in my life, the last thing I need now is problems at my job. Just one month ago, my position was invincible, my salary was excellent, I felt so confident about my job. It's hard to believe how quickly things have deteriorated. In a relatively short time, the company ran into problems, my salary was cut, and my supervisor, possibly as a result of stress, has been treating those of us working under her....pretty badly.

So I sit here, thinking of my uncertain future, thinking of how awful it is to be searching for a job, thinking of how quickly those fanciful castles I've built in the air have crashed forcefully to the ground.

How could I have speculated on salary? How could I have ever dreamed that I knew what lay ahead, and that things were settled?

And then, suddenly, I realized how incredibly lucky I am. When davening this Rosh Hashanah, I doubt anybody would say that I'm anything but painfully aware of the need to daven for parnassah. After all, lack of money for even the basics is beyond believable to me. It's my reality.

But-

With a very well paying job, where I was happy and treated well, would I have been as aware of the need to daven for my personal parnassah? Can a person who is slated to make a really nice salary in a great job really have kavanah when davening for a job, regardless of where their salary goes?

Imagine, if I had gone into Rosh Hashanah feeling as complacent about my job as I did so recently. Would I have begged Hashem for a good job where I will be happy, content and appreciated?

And then, I realized the incredible lesson that Hashem had taught me. One might have a good job today, but look how quickly it can deteriorate! One might have a lot of money in the bank, in stocks, in investments, but look how easily he can lose it all! One might have a successful business, but look how easily it can all turn to dust....

Now, with the close proximity to Rosh Hashanah, I am reminded, as strongly as a person can be, we must beg, plead, beseach Hakadosh Baruch Hu, ask Him to give us banei, chayei, umezonei. We remember that nothing is guaranteed. We might think it's all under wraps, but that was last year. This is a new year, a new judgement, a new page in the book of our lives.

Nothing is guaranteed. A person who had a good job last year needs to beg Hashem that He will have a good job this year. A person that had a lot of savings last year has to beg Hashem that he will have them again this year. A beautiful house? Beg Hashem! Trust me, it's easily lost. And it's not only money. You think you're healthy? Perhaps you have others in mind when saying "Avinu malkeinu, shlach refuah sheleima lecholei amecha." Do you realize, that could be you? Good health is an enormous bracha, one we have to daven for.

Think of the horrible tragedies that took place over the last year. All those people who lost their lives. Do you think that they expected to? Do you realize that life is the most basic thing we have, yet we have to daven for it this Rosh Hashanah?

All of the good in our lives, and even our lives themselves, are things that Hashem, in His infinite goodness and mercy, granted to us last Rosh Hashanah. And now, it's a new year, a new start, a new chance to daven....

In case anyone found the above discouraging, let me point out the flip side. A person can think that things are so bleak, so hopeless, and yet, here they are, presented with a totally fresh chance to daven for a turnaround. For example, a girl I know, quite a few years older than me, was single last year. I am sure that she shed a lot of tears on Rosh Hashana, asking Hashem to send her bashert. This year, I am sure she also has a lot to daven for, after all, she has her husband and her unborn child to think about.... Yet to think, that last year, it looked so bleak, and now, there has been such an astonishing reversal.

And so, to all of my readers, I wish a kesivah vechasima tovah, a gut gebentched yur, and Hashem should answer all of your teffilos for good. May the coming year bring yeshuos, nechamos, simcha, mazel, bracha, brius, parnassa, and geulah for klal yisroel.

Daven well my friends, daven well.